We had our first mountain storm and it was a whopper. My new neighbor said a 4 day power outage and 18" of snow is "nothing up here." We had no batteries, snow blower or generator like our neighbors so we took notes. We did have a cosy wood burning stove, hot water, propane cook top stove, snow shovel and candles. We lost 10ft off our huge blue spruce but it luckily landed in the driveway. We weathered this storm and you bet we are ready for whatever is over the next horizon. I wrote a poem as I watched the storm. I was as fascinated as I was scared at the power of nature.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
The trees swayed a Rumba
as the wind kicked up her heel's.
Rolling in with a roar, like a wave
crashing into silence.
The trees stood shuttering, waiting
for the wind to whip around.
Just one tree began shaking like
a dog during a bath.
Pine cones pelted the house as if
the trees were fighting back.
The skies opened up bringing a
rhythm to the chaos.
Rain turned to tiny pearls
which burst into white confetti.
Clinging to everything as if not
wanting the armistice to end.
The sun comes up, the trees
hung over from their battle, droop.
They drop their heavy loads with
an avalanche of joy.
This is a work in progress so beware. Dave filled a whole card with snow photos on our camera and is dreaming of snowblowers.
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